Page 90 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

“Me neither,” I say, my voice scraping up my throat with a soft rasp.

“You’ve become my everything. My sunrise and my sunset.”

“That seems like a lot of pressure, being both,” I say, and he chuckles.

“And yet you do it so effortlessly. You’re my sunrise because you bring light to every day. And you’re my sunset because you make me feel secure in knowing I’ll get to see the sun again tomorrow. You give me hope, Libby, and…”

He pauses as the sound of fireworks begins in the distance. And then, as the old year bleeds into the new, Riggs finishes his statement.

“I love you, Liberty Hill. I’m so goddamn in love with you, I can’t see straight.”

As the fireworks sparkle in the sky, I feel like my heart is bursting with the same vibrance and light.He loves me? He freaking loves me?My eyelids are heavy with tears that want to escape.

“Riggs, I… I’ve never been happier than I am with you.” His lips crook up into a smile that makes it difficult for me tobreathe. I suck in a deep breath and sink my fingers into his hair as I exhale. “I love you too.”

It wasn’t nearly as poetic an expression of love as his sunrise/sunset analogy, but he doesn’t seem to mind my simple words. His lips crash into mine, and we share the happiest kiss in the history of love.

His soft laugh dusts across my lips. “I can’t even kiss you properly because I can’t stop smiling.”

“Same,” I say against the curve of his mouth as his hand lowers to my hip and drags me beneath him. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, and the feel of the man I love on top of me makes me blissfully dizzy.

We make out to the soundtrack of lapping water and fireworks, and I’m positive my heart has never been so full.

Eventually, we end up naked on the lounge bed, and Riggs rolls back on top of me. The chilly bite of the night air is warded off by his big, warm body covering mine.

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” I whisper as he notches the head of his erection against my center.

“This is real, Liberty. The realest thing I’ve ever had.” And he slides in deep, his hands buried in my hair. “This is love.”

His blue eyes are darker than usual, lit only by the intermittent kaleidoscope flashes in the air above us. My eyes feel swollen with tears, and one escapes as Riggs begins to move.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks, brow furrowing with concern.

“No, you’re loving me,” I reply, lifting my head to press a kiss to his firm lips. “You’re mine.”

“I love when you steal my book-boyfriend lines,” he whispers, rolling his hips to tunnel impossibly deeper inside me, and I smile.

I don’t think I ever smiled during sex before I met Riggs. It was always a mixed mass of concentration and striving forpleasure. But with the man currently on top of me, sex is effortless, like it’s something made especially for us to do.

“Do you want me to tell you to shut the fuck up and take this pussy like a good boy?”

His responding grin is so motherfucking cocky, I almost come on the spot. “I’m pretty sure I’m already taking this pussy exactly how she needs to be taken,” he growls.

Yeah, the man can growl out filth like a champ. I’m talking Olympic gold-medal worthy rasps that have me tightening around him.

“Ahhh, that’s my good girl,” he croons. “Come for me. Come for the man who loves you more than all the stars in the sky and all the fish in the sea.”

That mixture of dirty and incredibly sweet pushes me over the brink of need and directly into a soul-bending orgasm.

“Riggs!” I call to the night sky.

“Yes, baby. Let me feel you squeeze around me. Show me how I make you feel, Libby.”

And I do. I come undone in his arms, digging my heels into his butt as he continues to pump into me, thrusting through my orgasm with long, slow strokes that extend the climax way beyond what should be humanly possible. I cry out his name over and over while he makes love to me, out on the water we both love with the twinkling stars our only witnesses.

A few minutes later, we find our final releases together with our lips melded and our hearts fused.

Riggs Romero loves me. And I love him. And life can’t get any better than this.

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